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storm278: Riley wasn't abducted with Lucas, and this chapter will actually help (hopefully). If you're still unclear please let me know and I will clarify it for you.
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Chapter 10
Predictably, General Temper Tantrum wasn't feeling quite so calm about the situation, which meant it was going to be a long night for Farkle.
"I can feel your animosity so you might as well let it all out before we leave." Farkle said in a surprisingly calm tone.
"Why would you even think that?" Maya asked scornfully.
Farkle shrugged. "Okay. Just as long as you're chill."
"Who the hell says chill now a days?" Maya snapped.
Farkle sighed. "Maya we are about to break-in into a museum and steal a priceless artifact. If you have something to say, can you please say it now so we can leave? Preferably in the next ten minutes or so?"
Maya growled. "Don't you dare talk to me in that tone. I am not a child throwing a hissy fit!"
Farkle's eyes twinkled as he crossed his arms over his broad chest and arch one brow. His gaze bore down as he studied Maya with curiosity.
Maya is very upset. There's just so much going on. Her brother is missing, Riley can't give her answers, the vampire in front of her made her go to sleep by just looking at her and now she's supposed to help the said vampire. She'd never seen a man take up so much space. He didn't simply eclipse her five-foot-three frame; he engulfed her with his presence. Everything about him screamed danger. Maya's eyes made another sweep over his entire length. Darn it. She couldn't help herself from looking. She'd never seen a man like him.
Maya shook her head. "Who the hell are you?" She had to get a hold of herself. She had to run. Did she have a chance of making it out alive? Something told her no. Definitely no.
The corner of his mouth twitched with an arrogant smirk. "I'm Farkle."
Maya shook her head again. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
Again, Farkle appeared to be amused by her. "I'm a vampire just like Riley."
"How old are you, where are you from, and how long have you known Riley?"
He smiled devilishly. "I'm fourteen hundred years old, originally a Getae which is now known as southern Romania and I have known Riley since after Alexander the Great razed on our settlements."
"When did you become a vampire?"
Farkle's body tensed. "314 BC. Are you done asking questions?"
Maya raised her brow, "Actually no. I have a lot more but since you seem to be in a rush, tell me how you became friends."
Farkle snickered. "And I'm guessing you won't budge until I gave you an answer that will satisfy you. Very well."
Maya did her best to stop staring at Farkle, but it was an effort in futility. The man is a contradiction. In spite of his Wall Street and seemingly nerdy appearance, he was magnetic, powerful, and frightening all at once.
"Are you familiar with Alexander the Great? We do not have enough time for a history lesson so I will skip some facts. When Alexander the Great defeated the Getae, they formed an alliance with other colonies and that in turn created a conflict with Rome. Rome at that time doesn't want anyone to surpass their power so they tend to crush the little guys. There was a lot of chaos and my family decided to travel north. It wasn't the best idea my father had. Our caravan was ambushed and the next thing, I woke up, my clothes drenched in blood and my entire family gone. I was shocked and scared almost losing my mind when Riley found me."
Maya looked at Farkle and guilt tugged at her. She shouldn't have asked. She was born a werewolf. Her life may not be a bed of roses but she wasn't turned against her will and no one took her family away from her, well maybe her father…but that's a different story.
Maya tucked a long strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry."
Farkle nodded. "It was a long time ago."
"So you're an elder vampire like Riley?"
A breeze whisked through the room, and a second later, Farkle was standing behind Maya. "Does that scare you?"
Maya snorted and shook her head. "Yeah right. Do you know that if a werewolf bites a vampire, the saliva can kill the vampire? But if a vampire bite a werewolf, nothing happens to the werewolf but it makes the vampires f-ing stoned and hopped up like super-vamps?"
"So I will take it that you are not scared of me?"
"Not at all," Maya said.
Farkle arched an eyebrow at her and an amused expression flickered over his face. "We'll see little wolf. We'll see."
….
"What the bloody—what is wrong with you freaking vampires? You can't just grab people and disappear!" Maya shrieked.
Farkle laughed, igniting every cell in Maya's body. His laugh was the kind that could melt a polar ice cap. It was powerful and yet inviting. Not that Maya would ever say that out loud. Nor would she admit it to anyone.
"Not a fan of dematerializing?"
"You think?"
"Maya, keep your voice down," Farkle said, his tone irritated.
"You know, you really are pissing me off. I still haven't forgotten that hypnotizing thing you did earlier and..."
Farkle hissed with frustration. "Maya get ready. You're wasting time."
"Fine. What do you want me to do?" She snapped quietly.
"I need you to distract the night guards while I borrow the Ankh Necklace."
Maya huffed in protest. "You mean steal don't you?"
"It's not stealing if the item is yours to begin with."
"You own the necklace?" Maya asked.
Farkle growled. "Do I look like I would own an Egyptian necklace?"
"But you said..."
Before Maya can say anything else, he threw her a bone. "It's Riley's. She owned the necklace before she decided to donate it along with other artifacts."
Farkle could have taken the Ankh necklace on his own but Riley insisted he brings Maya with him. The girl is definitely trouble. Werewolves are known for their unpredictability and with Maya's temper it definitely is a bad combination. He was half expecting her to argue when he told her to distract the guards by playing damsel in distress but she surprised him by simply walking towards the museum entrance and pounded on the already closed doors.
He can hear Maya spinning some sob story to the guards. Farkle floats inside the museum, making sure that no else is around. It would not have been the end of the world if someone sees him. He can glamour the person easily erasing any memory, but he didn't want to do that.
Farkle went to the glass case and carefully disconnected the alarm. He smirked when he lifted the glass case and took the necklace with ease.
Satisfied the coast was clear, Farkle made his way swiftly and silently down the hallway to the loading dock. The surveillance cameras were more of a nuisance, but as long as he moved swiftly, all they would pick up was a blur.
Most people would see the anomaly and brush it off as the light playing tricks. Humans were quick to dismiss anything outside the norm, and those who didn't would post their videos on YouTube as proof of the existence of ghosts. Not vampires.
Farkle felt Maya's presence as she moved along the sidewalk, and he resisted the urge to fly down, scoop her and dematerialize.
Farkle, I found Lucas. Meet us at Castle Dunluce.
"Did you get it?"
Farkle grinned. "Have some faith little wolf."
Maya growled and rolled her eyes. "Now that you have the necklace, what do we do with it?"
"We go to Ireland."
…..
"Where are we?" Riley was stunned to see that she's in middle of a living room with an L-shaped white leather sofa, a wet bar and sleek wood furnishings. Behind the living room was a bedroom with a sliding glass doors looking out to an ocean.
"My home."
"Which is where exactly?"
"Lake Louise, Calgary. You'll stay here, with me and out of sight."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, princess."
"Don't call me that."
"What should I call you? Riley? Aset? Or perhaps, wife?"
Breath hitched in her lungs as he stepped towards her. Riley turned to run, but he caught her by the waist. "You aren't running away and you will not disobey me in this."
Bristling, she told him to do something anatomically impossible. His lips twitched.
"Such a filthy mouth. I see that the feisty princess is still there," Lucas murmured.
"And you're still a peasant who lacks manners," Riley taunted.
Which is why you should never dare me to try anything.
The deep voice spoke inside her mind, compelling her obedience. She glared at him. "Mind control. Big deal. You think you're the only who can do that?"
A twinkle lit his green eyes. "Actually, it's a nice trick I learned from you."
Riley's jaw dropped as Lucas began floating towards the ceiling like a balloon. He rose until his heard nearly hit the ceiling. "And this too."
"Great…" she said weakly.
"Perhaps you can show me some other tricks," he joked, slowly descending.
As his shoes hit the floor, Lucas gave a cocky grin. "Make yourself comfortable. I have to call Shawn and let him know that I'm okay."
Riley fled into the bedroom to escape his amused gaze. The elegant furnishings did little to soothe her turbulent emotions. She opened the sliders and stepped outside.
Hands gripping the railing, Riley gazed at the waves.
"How did you find me?"
"I heard you when you called out but before I got there-"
"Missy-," Lucas growled. "Still doesn't explain how you found me."
"You imprinted on me remember?" Riley explained cheekily.
"Funny." Lucas took a step. "Answer me. Please."
"We're bloodmates now. Whether I like it or not that's never going to change. You and I will always have this strong connection. C'mon you've heard of mates, you must know how that bond works."
"Heard of it but never experienced it before. I think I understand what you mean by this strong connection. I can feel you even when you're not physically there." Lucas sighed and walked closer. "Riley, who are you?"
Stiffening her shoulders, she stared at the water. Riley gave an indifferent shrug. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters. I can feel you. That strong connection we were talking about? It's much stronger now because I can feel your grief. It's like a hot wind, biting and sharp."
"Lucas stop! Stop feeding off me. You have no idea what you're doing." Tensing she curled her fingers on the concrete railing. "You have no idea what kind of power I have."
"Then tell me." The gentleness of his voice nearly undid her.
She turned to face him. "What do you remember?"
"That you and I are married."
Riley stared.
"No Lucas. I am married but not to you," Riley's gaze remained steady even as a pulse beat wildly in her throat.
Emotion shadowed his gaze. "I don't understand. I was there. It was real."
Riley shook her head. "It wasn't real."
She headed inside, intent on escape. But before she reached the door, he appeared behind her and slid a hand across her waist, pulling her tight against him. He bent his head, nuzzled her neck. Desire sang through her veins as his breath feathered against her ear. Lucas took the lobe gently between his teeth. "Feel, Riley. It was real. You are my wife, do not deny it."
"I'm not your wife," she whispered.
Long fingers slid up her body beneath her breast. He did not touch her there, but his hand lingered a whisper away, the heat blazing through her vest.
"Say it out loud. I want you to shout it that you are not my wife."
Shadows danced across his face as she turned to face him. Emotions crested over her in waves of anguish and tremendous loneliness. Their shared emotions.
"Ausar," she said quietly.
He said nothing. A strong bond forged between them. Compelled, she touched his cheek. "Tell me everything," Lucas urged.
Terrified and hopeful, Riley steeled herself with courage she'd forgotten she had. Slowly, Riley stepped out of Lucas embrace. "Lucas do you believe in reincarnation? Cause that's what you are, at least that's what I believe. You—you are Lucas, but two thousand year ago you were Ausar, my husband. After you drank my blood you shared my memory. What you think you saw or felt wasn't yours. It was mine." Her voice dropped low. "More specifically, it was mine and Ausar's."
"I am Ausar's reincarnation?" It came out as a statement, but Lucas still looked at her beneath a furrowed brow.
"I believe so." Riley nodded. "You look almost exactly like Ausar did all those years ago. Physical similarities aside," she whispered, "your soul is unmistakable."
"I saw a whole bunch of stuff when I drank your blood, but I didn't know what to make of it. There was a lot of images and memories." Lucas mouth set in a tight line.
"I warned you about that. I told you about blood memories."
"Yes you did." Lucas nodded slowly. "Riley, it's not just the memories. I can feel power as well. Back there I felt stronger, faster and that's not just because of my mixed blood. There was something else."
"Lucas, I don't have all the answers. I wish I have but I don't. It had been hundreds of years. I never imagined..."
"Tell me about Ausar."
Riley did her best to explain things to Lucas. She was constantly distracted by his questions. He's just like his sister, very impatient.
Lucas shook his head when she was done. "Let me get this straight, there's a prophecy about a Great Battle and you're an Egyptian princess who was chosen to replace a goddess…"
"Not replace, just channel. Be the vessel," Riley corrected.
"Fine, you were chosen to channel the goddess Isis and I was a soldier to a pharaoh - who by the way is your dad and am chosen to channel the god Osiris so we can prevent a war that was caused by their brother Set, who is a bad guy. But before the gods can enter us we have to be married and after we will gain their powers."
"Not exactly, but yes."
"We did get married. I saw the priests and there was a long chanting and rituals."
"Yes, we were married."
Lucas stood and began pacing the room. "So what happened? That part is a blank to me. I remembered being in bed with you and then nothing."
"You died," Riley said, fighting the tremor in her voice.
"Tell me," Lucas urged.
"There are some people that favor Set over Isis and Osiris. One of the priests at the tomb was Set's follower and he placed a scorpion on the bed and poisoned you."
"What about you? You didn't die."
Riley looked away. "I did die. I was bit by a bat. Only, unlike you, I came back. I came back as a creature of the night. An evil much like Set."
"You're not evil."
"That's what Farkle said."
"Farkle?"
"Yes, my dear friend Farkle. He said the exact same thing—that I am not evil. He also thinks that the reason I didn't die like you is because I already embraced the goddess and she must have protected me somehow."
"You have a friend named Farkle?"
"Yes. He's with Maya and they're trying to get Osiris' Ankh necklace."
"What?! You left my sister with a Farkle?"
End scene...
I made this chapter a little longer because I might not be able to update tomorrow. Sorry guys, till next time.